Bu$ It (feat. Jay cartii)
This beat by Hoffa?
This beat by Hoffa?
Bust it up, Bust it up
Bust it up until the morning come
Couple bitches with me, And you know they down to fuck
In the club, Pour it up until I see the sun
Cocaine around her nose, Lost her train of thought
Ice all on my body, You could see the frost
Walked out a couple stores, And forgot what I bought
Yeah, These niggas tryna get me, Boy, You would've thought
Ima make a couple bands for the weekend
Pop a Percocet, She zooted for the weekend
All the ice up on my fist, My fingers freezing
Know some niggas, That'll catch you for no reason
Walking around town, Zooted up
You can't even drive the V, It's booted up
Don't even got no gas, He used it up
These niggas asking me, What's in my cup
I got a couple baddies in the limousine
Walk around in any hood with like a gat, Or three
And I got a couple rounds in the magazine, Yea
When I'm gone, They gon' remember me
Bust it up, Bust it up
Bust it up until the morning come
Couple bitches with me, And you know they down to fuck
In the club, Pour it up until I see the sun
Cocaine around her nose, Lost her train of thought
Ice all on my body, You could see the frost
Walked out a couple stores, And forgot what I bought
Yeah, These niggas tryna get me, Boy, You would've thought
Wash it up, Wash it up
Show these other bitches how you do it
Peep your status, Ain't nobody could say nothing to you
I'ma stack it up, Cause' I came from the pavement
Tell that hoe to back it up, Cause' she ain't basic
Lane switch, Ice on my body, Call me a glacier
Hating, Niggas be plotting, but they ain't make shit
Ain't shit, I can get famous off conversations
Can catch me riding with the thirty on me
Cant catch me lacking with the iron on me
And just to think, I spent a hundred on a Jeep
She a freak, Let me bust it open when I'm in the sheets
Bust it up, Bust it up
Bust it up until the morning come
Couple bitches with me, And you know they down to fuck
In the club, Pour it up until I see the sun
Cocaine around her nose, Lost her train of thought
Ice all on my body, You could see the frost
Walked out a couple stores, And forgot what I bought
Yeah, These niggas tryna get me, Boy, You would've thought
This beat by Hoffa
This beat by Hoffa?
Bust it up, Bust it up
Bust it up until the morning come
Couple bitches with me, And you know they down to fuck
In the club, Pour it up until I see the sun
Cocaine around her nose, Lost her train of thought
Ice all on my body, You could see the frost
Walked out a couple stores, And forgot what I bought
Yeah, These niggas tryna get me, Boy, You would've thought
Ima make a couple bands for the weekend
Pop a Percocet, She zooted for the weekend
All the ice up on my fist, My fingers freezing
Know some niggas, That'll catch you for no reason
Walking around town, Zooted up
You can't even drive the V, It's booted up
Don't even got no gas, He used it up
These niggas asking me, What's in my cup
I got a couple baddies in the limousine
Walk around in any hood with like a gat, Or three
And I got a couple rounds in the magazine, Yea
When I'm gone, They gon' remember me
Bust it up, Bust it up
Bust it up until the morning come
Couple bitches with me, And you know they down to fuck
In the club, Pour it up until I see the sun
Cocaine around her nose, Lost her train of thought
Ice all on my body, You could see the frost
Walked out a couple stores, And forgot what I bought
Yeah, These niggas tryna get me, Boy, You would've thought
Wash it up, Wash it up
Show these other bitches how you do it
Peep your status, Ain't nobody could say nothing to you
I'ma stack it up, Cause' I came from the pavement
Tell that hoe to back it up, Cause' she ain't basic
Lane switch, Ice on my body, Call me a glacier
Hating, Niggas be plotting, but they ain't make shit
Ain't shit, I can get famous off conversations
Can catch me riding with the thirty on me
Cant catch me lacking with the iron on me
And just to think, I spent a hundred on a Jeep
She a freak, Let me bust it open when I'm in the sheets
Bust it up, Bust it up
Bust it up until the morning come
Couple bitches with me, And you know they down to fuck
In the club, Pour it up until I see the sun
Cocaine around her nose, Lost her train of thought
Ice all on my body, You could see the frost
Walked out a couple stores, And forgot what I bought
Yeah, These niggas tryna get me, Boy, You would've thought
This beat by Hoffa
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Writer(s): Justin Morgan
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